I'm sick of breathing
Dec. 13th, 2007 06:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
maderrThis week has been long and miserable.
And the one thing to which I was looking forward has become a total clusterfuck.
Lulu is not shipping my bookse. It's still 'fulfilling'. Sammie's copies have shipped. Kitty's book has shipped -___- Worse, still, I can't fucking ask BECAUSE THE LINK TO THE 'REPORT A PROBLEM' DOESN'T MOTHERFUCKING WORK.
So my books are stuck in limbo.
I still feel abjectly fucking stupid trying to format. Kitty can do it with a snap of her fingers, I swear, but me? I fuck something up each and every goddamn motherfucking time. I swear to god I go to bed each and every night feeling a bit more stupid.
By this point it's just stress built out of control, and I do it to myself, I know, but it doesn't change the fact that I still feel dumb as a motherfucking rock right now.
I just want my books, and to format something without having to crawl and beg someone else for help. Everyone else can do a million other things, why is it I can't do anything but write?
Argh, I can't wait for this week to be over. Next week should be a breeze by comparison, and after that is Christmas (which is on a bloody fucking Tuesday, and we have to work half a day Monday).
And the one thing to which I was looking forward has become a total clusterfuck.
Lulu is not shipping my bookse. It's still 'fulfilling'. Sammie's copies have shipped. Kitty's book has shipped -___- Worse, still, I can't fucking ask BECAUSE THE LINK TO THE 'REPORT A PROBLEM' DOESN'T MOTHERFUCKING WORK.
So my books are stuck in limbo.
I still feel abjectly fucking stupid trying to format. Kitty can do it with a snap of her fingers, I swear, but me? I fuck something up each and every goddamn motherfucking time. I swear to god I go to bed each and every night feeling a bit more stupid.
By this point it's just stress built out of control, and I do it to myself, I know, but it doesn't change the fact that I still feel dumb as a motherfucking rock right now.
I just want my books, and to format something without having to crawl and beg someone else for help. Everyone else can do a million other things, why is it I can't do anything but write?
Argh, I can't wait for this week to be over. Next week should be a breeze by comparison, and after that is Christmas (which is on a bloody fucking Tuesday, and we have to work half a day Monday).
